Out of Gas – What Pegman Saw

I almost didn’t participate this week and then a little window opened up 😉  I was going to go my usual “route” and share a memory but decided to try my hand at a real fictional story!


There is a road some fifty-three miles NNE of New York City with a strange reputation. This week, Pegman has stranded you there.

Volumes have been written about Clinton Road in West Milford, NJ, but you only need to write 150 words. The only limit is your imagination.

Feel free to capture your own streetview. If you’re not up to a weird tale, feel free to wander anywhere within the state of New Jersey for your story.

Once your 150 words are polished, you can share with other contributors using the Linkup below. Reading and commenting on others’ work is part of the fun!

Out of Gas

How far is the next gas station?  I look at my GPS, hit “nearest gas station”.  5 clicks.  Shit!  I dunno if I can make it.  I have to make it.  This is NOT the road to get stuck on.  Stop it!  Those are just stupid myths.  I’m being ridiculous.   Still.  I don’t want to be stuck here at night so I better start praying I make it.

I laugh at myself. How stupid to scare myself that way.  I’ve got a cell phone and a membership to AAA.  They are just a phone call away.  I relax.

The car sputters and I steer it towards the shoulder.  I grab my cell phone and dial AAA.  The phone rings and rings.  No answer. Really?  I glare at my phone and see it is still more than 75% charged.  I press redial when a text pops up:

“Where do you think you’re going?”